Once upon a time I was a self employed, idealistic, happy go lucky girl with the world in her hands. I lived in a resort town in sunny Florida and was making money hand over fist. I had lots of friends a few lovers and time to enjoy life. But then the darn hormones kicked in and I thought I needed a house to die for, children and a husband...in that order. Well I found the house, had the child but the husband I gave up on...that is until he walked into my life.
It always seems to hit you when you least expect it. I am referring to love not bird droppings although there are some similarities. I was minding my own business having a great time taking group tennis lessons from the city pro. I noticed the cute guy looking at me but I had been so long without a man that I never really gave it a second thought. Actually I tended to think that I must have dirt on my face or something in my teeth. Well weeks passed and I found myself hanging around afterwords talking with the other newbies about tennis, kids, life etc. He quite often was one of the last to leave. It was wonderful for me to get out of the house with adults and relax/have fun/blow off steam. It had been a long time since I had given myself permission to let go. Over achiever? Moi? Noooo...self employed, home schooler with a large rural property to care for and everything had to be done perfectly and naturally. Vegan, growing all of our food, wanna be artist...suffice it to say I was busy and burnt out. Maybe that is why I wanted a brief affair with him, or maybe it was the premenopausal hormones that made me so eager to jump into bed. Either way I set my sights on him...not caring that he was married with teenage kids. I just wanted a quick meaningless sexual escapade. What was I thinking???
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